Author's Note: Hi everyone, I just want to say that this is my very FIRST time writing Densi/NCIS/NCIS LA so please go easy on me. I know that this is a little bit late, but I have been busy as it has been the holiday, but I'm hoping that you like this. Please note that there are some spoilers in here if you haven't seen NCIS LA 5x10 and I've also made a few slight changes that are...well, you'll see as you continue to read ;) Hopefully you enjoy it and I get the last two(?) chapters up ASAP!
=A Reason To Be Thankful=
-Chapter One: Plans-
"So we'll see you tomorrow at two?"
"Deeks?" No reply, "Deeks? Yo Deeks!"
"Huh? What?" The blonde, shaggy haired surfer asked, coming out of his daze.
"I said: 'we'll see you tomorrow at two' right?" The NCIS LA Office of Special Projects team leader, G Callen asked, he and his partner, Sam Hanna, taking note that once again the blue-eyed man was staring at the empty desk that sat diagonal from his.
"Yes, two o'clock sharp, or suffer the wrath of Mom & Jenny," Marty Deeks replied with a smirk.
"You know, G, isn't it funny that he refers to his partner's mom as just that, mom?" The ex-SEAL asked his partner with a smirk.
"You forget Sam that they aren't just partners anymore," Callen smirked and reminded the man.
"Ah, that's right I forgot all about She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's walk of shame," the second oldest male 'remembered'.
"Like you're the one to talk about crossing the line," Deeks smirked at the federal agent, whose desk sat beside his. "And really word editing a Harry Potter term to fit her? Really?"
"Who's crossing the line?" Nell Jones, the NCIS OSP analyst, asked as she came down the stairs with her partner, technical wizard Eric Beale.
"Deeks with Kensi, and Sam with Michelle," Callen answered as he leaned back in his leather chair with a smirk, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Ah, partner's that crossed the line," the blonde haired, glasses wearing man replied with a smirk.
"A dangerous line to cross," Nell agreed.
"As if you two could talk," Sam shot at them with a glare.
"Yeah, shall we remind you..." Deeks agreed with Sam.
"Christmas," the two men said together and shared a smirk and high-five when the two's faces went bright red as Callen laughed at the antics of his team.
"Ah partner's crossing the line, such a fragile line to cross unless done in a careful way," the NCIS OSP director, Heneritta 'Hetty' Lange made her presence known and took special note as she always did about how they would all sober up and try to quickly hide their glares and anger at her for taking away a member of their family for an undetermined amount of time. "I just wanted to say, that I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving and that you make sure you stay safe if you're planning on traveling as I find myself doing. I also hope that shall you find yourself shopping on either Gray Thursday or Black Friday that you be careful, use no violence, and I also hope that you spend time with the people you love and remember to thank the men and women who are serving our country still. Have a Happy Thanksgiving, I will see you all on Tuesday, now if you excuse me I'm off to Washington."
"Happy Thanksgiving," the team all tried to chorus with happiness, although they knew the mysterious dwarf like woman could read straight their their facades because even for a group of specially trained operators trained in the act of being invisible and taking on different personas; they couldn't hide their true feelings when it came to family because frankly they didn't care if she knew they were pissed off at her.
I truly hope it's a happy day for them, I think it will be, Hetty thought as she turned away from them to gather her things to head to LAX where a plan would take her to DC to celebrate Thanksgiving with other heads of different departments as well as dessert with the President of the United States, but her team didn't need to know about the last part.
"So tomorrow, two o'clock sharp, don't be late," Deeks told the group taking his tan bag and draping it across his body with a smile as he slipped into his brown leather jacket before heading out into the cold California weather.
THANKSGIVING 2013
2:00PM – JULIA FELDMAN'S HOUSE
"Wow, I'm shocked, everyone's on time at the same time," the California native said as he got out of a silver Cadillac SUV dressed in a nice pair of medium wash jeans held up by nice belt made of dark brown leather, dark brown boots, a watch, and his dark brown leather jacket.
"This coming from the person who comes into work late because he's too busy catching waves," Callen stated as he got out of his silver Mercedes-Benz dressed in a pair of nice medium wash jeans, a black button down shirt, and black boots as well as a black jacket.
"Remember G, She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named has been training him well," Sam said as he stepped out of the driver's side of his wife, Michelle's, white Lexus in a pair of dark wash jeans, a maroon shirt, and a black jacket.
"You mean like I've got you trained?" His wife asked as she stepped out of the passenger seat with a smirk and a raised eyebrow and dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white silk shirt, and a black sweater underneath her grey peacoat and black, peep-toe Milano heels on her feet.
"And I never said that you didn't have me trained," Sam replied to his wife as he opened the driver's side passenger door to unbuckle the seatbelt to the children's seat of his youngest child, his daughter Grace while his wife was on the other side doing the same to their oldest child, a son by the name of Alexander and to the middle child Matthew.
"By you Michelle, or by Callen?" Deeks asked the mother and wife with a smile and raised eyebrow as he leaned back against the silver vehicle as a green Jeep pulled into the driveway.
"That's a very good question, Deeks," Michelle replied sharing a smirk with him and giving him a wink causing her husband to roll his eyes with a groan while his partner doubled over in laughter.
"Daddy it's not nice to roll your eyes," Grace told her father before leaning in and 'whispering', "but I won't tell mommy if you don't."
Everyone that heard the apple of her father's eye tried to hide their snickers as the father laughed and winked at his daughter before swooping down and placing a loud kiss on her cheek causing her to squeal loudly.
"Hey guys! Happy Thanksgiving," a very happy Nell exclaimed as she hoped out of the passenger seat of the green Jeep dressed in a black sweater dress with grey leggings, black flat knee-high boots and her black peacoat.
"Yeah, what she said," the tech wizard said as he rounded the vehicle and shocked them all by his choice of clothing, it wasn't the white shirt or the white and blue pinstriped unbutton shirt over it but the medium wash jeans, black belt, and black sneakers as well as a black jacket.
"Am I..." Deeks started his thought, trailing off.
"Are we..." Callen added.
"Nope, I see it also," Sam agreed with the two's shock while his wife rolled her eyes.
"I know right?!" Nell exclaimed before turning quickly and saying, "See Eric, I told you so, I told you so, I told you so!"
"Oh wow, you gave her caffeine early this morning didn't you Eric?" G asked the short blonde haired man as they all walked towards the front door of the beautiful three story house.
"Possibly," Eric replied with a sheepish smile.
"Hi everyone! Come in, come in, Happy Thanksgiving," a woman said as she opened the door after hearing the doorbell ring. Dressed in a beautiful orange wrap dress with black heels, Julia Feldman quickly ushered them inside before taking the tallest, blonde surfer in her arms for a hug, "Marty, how are you?"
"I'm fine, Mom, you just saw me last night for dinner," he told her, returning the hug with a smile before pulling away and walking toward the door in the hall and storing his leather jacket in it, revealing the blue, short sleeved, v-neck T-shirt he wore that made his golden tan and ocean-blue-eyes stand out all the more.
"I know but it's Thanksgiving and with Kensi not being here for your first ever one together as a couple, and knowing what I know about how you perviously celebrated the holiday, I just thought," Julia started, mentioning the name everyone was trying to avoid, the name of the team's little sister, Julia's daughter, and Deeks' partner, his everything, his Kensi Marie Blye who was on a classified mission somewhere's on the other half of the world.
"Julia, Sis, breathe," a new voice said as she walked out of the kitchen dressed in a black lace dress with a white sweater and pair of white Jimmy Choo's, her long red hair pulled into a low-side ponytail.
"Hi, Jenny, Happy Thanksgiving," Deeks greeted Julia's sister, who just happened to be none-other-than the previous head of NCIS, Jenny Shepard, or well Jenny Gibbs now.
"Marty, Happy Thanksgiving," Jenny greeted the young man, pulling him in a for a hug before crouching down to kiss his dog, Monty, on the nose and scratch him behind the ears, "Hi cutie, Happy Thanksgiving."
"You know, you keep spoiling him Jen and he's going to want to come home with us," a male's voice said as he walked out of the kitchen holding a tumbler of bourbon.
"Oh shush Jethro," Jenny told her husband, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the team leader of the main NCIS Washington DC team, who leaned against the doorframe in nice jeans, a white shirt peaking out from underneath his grey button down shirt, and a pair of black shoes with a smile on his face as he gazed at his wife.
"Happy Thanksgiving," Gibbs greeted the NCIS OSP team with a small smile.
"Was that a smile I saw?" His used-to-be-partner asked with a smirk and raised eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Probie," Gibbs smirked at the other team leader.
"Probie, really? I haven't been that in a long time," Callen told his long time friend with a groan.
"How do he feels when Franks does it to him?" Jenny told Callen with a smirk while Gibbs just rolled his eyes and walked back into the kitchen.
"So where's the rest of the team?" Sam asked Gibbs once they were all done with the pleasantries.
"On their way from the airport," Gibbs replied with a smirk, "you guys want anything to drink?"
"Bourbon," Callen and Sam both said.
"I'll have a glass of wine if you've got some, please" Michelle replied.
"The same please," Nell agreed.
"Sutter Home Merlot, Sutter Home Sauvignon Blanc, Sutter Home Cabernet Sauvignon, Sutter Home White Cabernet Sauvignon, Sutter Home White Zinfandel, and Sutter Home Zinfandel," Julia listed off the top of her head as she finished topping off the sweet potato casserole with mini-marshmallows.
"Merlot, please," Michelle replied.
"Cabernet Sauvignon, please," Nell replied.
"Beale?"
"I've got his, Gibbs," Deeks told the older man from another room.
"Wait, where'd he go?" Sam asked looking for his team mate.
"It's a secret," Deeks told him coming back into the kitchen with a tall glass and handed it to Eric, "Captain Morgan and Coke with lime."
"Thanks, man," Eric replied with a smile.
"Sure thing," the surfer replied.
"Deeks? How about you? Bourbon?" Callen asked the tall man noticing he didn't have a drink.
"I -" He started to say but was interrupted.
"I've got it right here," Jenny said handing Deeks a glass with a smile. Seeing his confused look, she admitted, "Early this morning we got a call from a secure line..."
"Kens," Deeks breathed in surprise, eyes wide and heart slamming against his ribcage.
"Yes," Jenny replied with a smile, "they let up a little and let her call from a ultra secure line to tell us she was safe and to wish us a happy holiday."
"She also wanted to make sure you were okay and wanted to make sure that we made you the drink you two dubbed as yours, Pinnacle Whipped Vodka with Mountain Dew. She also wanted me to tell you that they're allowing her to call again tonight so she'll use that time to call you so make sure you have your cell with you, and she said she missed you," Julia told him with a smile.
"I miss her too, so much," he replied softly.
"I know, Sweetie, I know," Julia replied with a soft smile as the doorbell sounded.
"That will be the rest of this motley crew," Gibbs stated as he walked out of the kitchen to the foyer to let the rest of their family in.
"Just in time, too," Jenny replied as she and Julia started to carry the dishes of the most mouth watering smelling food out to the dining room table that could sit their group of seventeen.
"Here Mom let me," Deeks said taking the pot hold holders from Julia and taking the turkey out of the oven himself so Julia couldn't get burned.
"Thanks Sweetie," Julia replied as she grabbed the craving knife and fork in order to cut the turkey after it cooled down some.
"Would you like me to carry it out to the table?" He asked her with a smile.
"No thank you," Julia replied, "I've got to let it cool down and then separate it into dark and white meat."
"Alright well if you need anything else just holler," the surfer told her.
"I will," Julia promised him before shooing him out of the kitchen, "Now go pick out a seat."
"If you're sure," he said and seeing her nod her head, he grabbed his glass and walked out to the dining room only to chuckle at the name cards placed in front of each seat. Finding his between an unmarked seat that only had reserved on it and Julia's seat he set his glass down next to the elegant china and wine glasses already set out amongst the table of guests. He smiled as he watched Team Gibbs – Abby Scuito, Timothy McGee, Anthony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Donald Mallard, Jimmy and Breena Palmer, and Gibbs– greet himself and the rest of the LA Team before mixing themselves up in the seating arrangements as Jenny and Julia brought out the last of the food as the doorbell rang again much to everyone's surprise.
"Um, isn't everyone here that's supposed to be here, well here?" McGee asked from his spot between Tony and Abby.
"I think so," Nell replied.
"Marty can you get the door, it's our last minute invite," Julia requested from the kitchen where she and Jenny sharing a smile as they cut up the turkey.
"Sure thing," he replied back as he backed his chair up and stood to go answer the door. Not knowing who was on the other side of the door, he put on the fake smile he's been wearing for some weeks and opened the door with, "Hi come on -"
"Hi Max, am I late?" A voice that he would recognize anywhere's sounded.
To Be Continued?
Well, there is the first chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it.
Trivia: Who's at the other end of the door ;D
Happy Holidays,
Jess LA, xo
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Turn my back and slam the door
~ "Let It Go" from Disney's "Frozen" by either Demi Lovato or Idina Menzel